My Sister The Villainess - Chapter 84

Mira switched between the long-haired woman and the shorter-haired one. Both bore flawlessly pale skin and emerald-green eyes, their fine locks of hair the same shade as their irises. The faces on these women were identical, distant and expressionless. Their mouths were set in a straight line, lips full, cheekbones high, everything delicate like a doll.

The lack of warmth in their looks did nothing to diminish their beauty and they reminded Mira of her mother in their sheer attractiveness.

Her father, Damien, had walked into her room with both girls in tow. He was starting to resemble the father from the tapestry, she noticed, becoming bulkier and more sensual.

“This is Mary, Vera’s mother. She’ll be staying here from now on. I hope you two will get along.” He gently pushed one of the women forward. Mira knew of Vera, her father’s….lover? Fiancee? Anyway, she cared a lot for her father. Mira could tell from the way she looked at him. So Mira got along with her reasonably well.

During the “Christmas” party some time ago they had a nice chat and Mira already thought of her as a sort of second mother. Their relationship wasn’t very deep, but Mira was trying to fix that. Her father cared for her so Mira wanted to have a good relationship with her as well.

But this Mary woman….Mira was flabbergasted! It looked obvious that her father had “special relations” with them both. After all, his scent was all over them! Especially that Mary.

Mira was a High Fae, while her father was a Dragon-Angel hybrid. Species like them would exude a special kind of aura, or rather, a spiritual pheromone known as “essentia”. This essentia would rub off and mark their partner during s.e.x.u.a.l activities.

Not every species capable of producing this spiritual pheromone could see it, however. But Fae, they specialized in seeing the unseen.

Her father’s essentia? A beautiful cerulean blue with a bright spark of gold nestled in its core and dark violet at the fringes.

The difference between the two women was easy to see: Vera shone like a lantern in the dark, whereas Mary was lit up like a bonfire. A sign of fresh, intense mating.

Anyone who was able to even faintly sense this heavy marking would know well enough to stay away.

Mira didn’t know how to react. To think he’d laid hands on both mother and daughter! While her kind wasn’t prudish when it came to s.e.x, something like that still wasn’t widely practiced.

Needless to say, she was surprised.

“I wondered what you were thinking, bringing me here.” The woman folded her arms. A defensive stance, Mira could tell. After years of court intrigue, she was good at reading people.

The woman continued, “But remind me, when did I say I would be staying here?”

Father stepped forward and brought the woman closer with an intimate hug. “I told you, I’m going to start and end my days with you. How can I do that if you aren’t here? You’ll wake up in my arms at morning, and I’ll kiss you to bed at night. Just try and stop me.”

Mira blinked at the display of affection. What was going on?! Words like that, even Claude had never been so direct! That combined with the bright essentia radiating off of the two made Mira’s brain short-circuit for a minute.

On her end, Mary was deeply fl.u.s.tered. Her heart pounded against her chest so loud she feared everyone in the room would hear it.

The words were so mushy, embarrassing and…somehow fluffy?

“I suppose I’ll have to find other accommodations then.” Vera’s ice-cold tone froze the two other women.

Mira witnessed her father, entirely unaffected, use an even more domineering move to thaw the situation. He was kissing the woman before she could even get the last word out.

Mira blushed.

Her father spoke as soon as he came up for air. “Your place is by my side. No way am I letting you leave.”

Vera looked at him, then at her mother. She hesitated. “You can’t honestly be telling us to both sleep with you together.”

“I am.” He nodded.

Mary shook her head. “Young Master, what are you thinking? That’s insane. You’re crazy.”

“Young Master again, huh.” He laughed. It was easy to tell she was conscious of Vera’s presence. The woman hadn’t called his name properly since they arrived, despite having already stopped with the title just that morning. “So what if it is? So what if I am?” He shrugged carelessly. “At this point, it’s not an option for me to do anything but go all out. I fully intend to keep my word.” He glanced at Mary. “But I’m also not going to let Vera feel she’s lesser than you, or has to compare herself to you. I don’t want her to think she has to compete, either, because it’s not a competition. Which means either both of you sleep with me, or neither of you do. Well, you guys can refuse but then I’ll just wrap you both up in blankets and sleep with you anyways.”

Vera and her mother both gazed at each other. A silent conversation took place between them

“Would he really…?”

“He would.”

“….”

“….”

Vera gave father a dirty look. “Fine. But no lewd stuff. This mother and daughter aren’t so submissive!” She said, after having just given in.

Mira felt a headache coming on. This father of her’s is too “good”! She should’ve expected it, but…ah…

….Mother is not going to be happy about this….

***

“Oh hell, there’s two of them?” Riley gawked at the mother-daughter duo with rapt attention, a face like a kid at a candy shop going, “However shall I choose?”

She was already salivating as she imagined all the profane things she wanted to do with them.

They’d run into the “woman” just as they left Mira’s room. She appeared to be on her way out as well.

“An Ogrekin.” Mary said, bemused. “Strange. I wasn’t aware creatures like you wandered this part of the realm.”

“Creature?”

“Apologies. Would you have preferred the word beast?”

“Oi. The f.u.c.k you tryna say?” Riley narrowed her eyes. Most men would have wet themselves from that alone.

Mary didn’t seem shaken at all. “You kind are regarded as a lesser intelligence, are they not?”

“What!” Riley exploded with indignation. “Bollocks. I come from a highly respect bloodline, I’ll have you know! Calling me a lesser intelligence, how rude!”

“Ah, yes. You are descended from Ogres.” Mary appeared as if she’d nearly forgotten. ” But no, while those great living weapons of the last era are respected, Ogrekin do not possess their fearsome abilities beyond above-average strength and height. Why would you think you hold the same majesty your ancestors did? Quite an arrogant assumption. As for your intelligence…” She paused. “You need only one look to know. A simple race.” The woman’s eyes flickered down.

Riley was about to launch into a lengthy tirade when Damien interrupted. “Hey, isn’t that thing smaller than it used to be?” He pointed to her crotch.

The words brought her spiraling into a depressive hole. It was true. Ever since she’d arrived she had noticed her once proud and mighty longsword shrink just a tiny bit day by day. Now it was but a shortsword, almost a dagger. Yet it didn’t stop, persisting in losing girth, length and weight!

“F.u.c.k off!” She cried.

Riley didn’t know what to do about it and was sensitive to the topic. Why was this happening? This shouldn’t be going on unless in the presence of an exceptional array of males. It’d take hundreds to turn her back to a full woman, so why?!

The only dudes she was hanging with was the Owner and some drunks from the local pubs, and they were far from the kinda guys a race like her’s would consider outstanding enough to even consider bearing the children of.

This phenomenon was driving her crazy. Even at night, despite the happy-happy fun-times she would have with her remaining harem, she’d still be crazy hard and unsatisfied.

Every time she smelled this peculiar aroma wafting into her highly acute nose, she’d enter a feverish bout of l.u.s.t that would last for hours. Strangely, this mainly happened at night.

Though…

She stared at the long-haired woman. This one smelled faintly like that same aroma. It lingered, mixing with her own potent scent.

A dark suspicion took root in her heart. Riley took two big steps and was all up in the Owners grill within seconds.

Riley sniffed deeply, her eyes closing as she concentrated on the young man’s spicy musk. She damn near creamed herself right there and then. Her eyes flew open. “So it’s you!” She accused venomously.

“It’s me what?”

Riley ignored the looks of the other women and put her hands on her h.i.p.s. Her face was twisted in righteous fury. “You’re making a goddamn woman outta me, asshole!” She poked a finger at his chest.

“The f.u.c.k? Hell no.” Damien poked back. “Listen here, I ain’t touching you with a ten-foot pole.”

“The problem isn’t you touching me with a ten-foot pole, it’s that you’re making mine shrink!”

Damien ignored her. “Besides, who knows where you’ve been? I don’t do bestiality either.”

“Your p.o.r.n history said otherwise.”

“The sick curiosity of wanting to watch a girl being defiled by a literal horse c.o.c.k is way different than wanting to have s.e.x with an animal myself.”

“I am NOT an animal.” Her eyes settled on Mary as she said this.

“Pokemon, whatever.”

“…That one time was a fluke.”

“Froggo, use–”

Riley immediately ran away, shouting, “We ain’t done here! I’ll get you, just you wait!”

“Be back before dinner!” Damien called out cheerfully just seconds before a new voice joined in.

“What’s with all the commotion?” Bubbles poked her head of blue hair out from her room further down the hall.

Minerva also popped in. “Master, is something the matter?” She asked in concern. Then noticed the two identical-looking beauties at his side. She recognized them on sight.

“Nothing important.” Damien waved off Froggo’s little episode. “Anyway, since you two are already here come and meet Mary. You should be somewhat acquainted.”

Minerva gave a small, demure smile. “Yes. It’s good to meet you. ” She walked over and gave a bow.

She had known Vera for some time already and so was familiar with her hairstyle and clothing. She could tell her apart from the other instantly.

Despite that, she only had vague recollections of the long-haired one, who Master introduced as Mary.

“Miss Vera’s mother, right?”

The woman nodded coolly. “Indeed.” Mary casually inspected the girl.

She was quite pretty with caramel-colored hair and eyes of a similar shade and l.u.s.ter to Mary’s own. If one had to describe her charm, it would be “simple.” The cut of her hair was not trendy like other women in the city and her gait held no elegance. Yet her nails were trim and clean. Her skin, though lacking any make-up, was also clear and refreshing. She didn’t walk like a high-born, yes, but she did have a lightness to her step that was no less appealing. Maybe more so.

With the unelaborate white robe she wore to cover herself she gave off the impression of a farmer’s daughter, or perhaps some humble merchant’s. No one would have thought she actually hailed from such prestigious bloodlines.

Mary caught her daughter staring. Not at the girl’s face, but somewhere slightly above. She wanted to smile. It was cute. Her little girl was jealous.

That should be of no surprise. This should be Damien’s ideal girl, no? Of course Vera would be a bit–Mary’s train of thought broke apart. She followed her daughter’s example and also started staring at the young woman.

Specifically at her cat ears.

Mary tsked, feeling annoyed all of a sudden.

Faced with two sets of unblinking eyes, Minerva felt a sort of guilt and pressure she’d never experienced before. She wanted to apologize, but she didn’t even know what for! It was an eerie and unsettling feeling.

“She’ll be with us from now on. Get along well, will you?” Damien continued.

But MInerva barely heard him. “She will?” She asked to no one in particular. She couldn’t stop the unnaturalness of her smile. It felt forced.

“I know it’s sudden.” Damien began but never finished. He trailed off and forgot what he was saying.

The cause was Bubbles, who had just now sauntered over. The woman didn’t do anything but walk. The problem was the see-through black negligee paired with a s.e.xy blue bustier and garter belt holding up a set of tight stockings

Dear heavens…

She’d made no attempt to hide herself either, even putting her hands behind her back and emphasizing her bust. Which, he could tell, had swelled considerably.

The young woman wore a friendly expression. “It’s an honor to meet the Heart of the Realm. I didn’t get a chance to talk with you properly last time we met so I hope we can fix that soon.” She bowed cutely, just a forward lean. But it was enough where anyone who cared to look would be able to glimpse that ample valley,

She didn’t overdo it, raising her head with confidence and smiling obliviously while extending a hand.

Mary grasped it without fuss. “As do I.” She replied evenly and decided to not comment further.

“We should go. I wanted to show her around more.” Damien stopped his admiring and led them away.

Bubbles watched him with clear appreciation. She had to admit, she hated seeing him leave but loved watching him go. It was funny how just a few months could turn an attractive youth into such a bang-worthy young man. And he was still growing! She could hardly imagine how much better he’d be with a bit more age.

Though if Mira was anything to go by, a full-grown Damien would be a walking wet dream.

Bubbles, in particular, liked his shoulders. They were just made for lifting and she wouldn’t at all mind mounting them. Preferably from the front, pantyless and riding his tongue.

Oh yeah. She had her material for the night, she thought.

Bubbles drank in his retreating form until noticing that Minerva girl doing the same. She grinned at her.

“Makes you wanna rub up against everything and purr, doesn’t he Kitten?”

Minerva turned beet-red, images of happily pressing herself against a n.a.k.e.d Master flooding her brain. She didn’t dare answer back.

Meanwhile, a laughing Bubbles cut a glance towards Vera who had, from start to finish, remained quiet.

They still had a score to settle, didn’t they?

***

“I really don’t know where those girls have gone to.” Damien gave Mary the tour of the house and intended for her to meet the other occupants, but he for the life of him couldn’t find Claude, much less Charlotte, Baz or Evie.

….Okay, fine. Wanna know a secret? Evie he actually could find, although he kindly pretended otherwise. Why? Because she was just so stupidly lovable. Crawling along the ceilings, hiding behind tables, under curtains and even attempting to fool him by standing in place.

What was odd was Vera asking, “Did we always have a set of armor like that?” while pointing at the motionless blonde. Like, what? Damien couldn’t help looking at her funny after that. Did she just really not see the girl…?

…Has Evie mastered the ability of standing so incredibly still that she becomes invisible to the eye?

Damien quickly realized that was unlikely and chalked it up to Vera being nice and playing along. But yeah, apart from Evie the other three were missing. He could ask about Claude later, but he didn’t have a clue about Baz and Char.

Hopefully they were together.

“Which girls were you trying to find?” Mary asked him.

” Charlotte and Baz.” They’d been on a stroll along the stream behind the house, no longer doing anything in particular. His words, however, made the woman stop.

“I take it he accidentally turned himself into a girl, then?”

He nodded. “You catch on quick.”

“And sadly he–rather, she–doesn’t.” A short, dry laugh. “Honestly, that kid. She should’ve came to me. I could have taught her how to manage that side effect.”

“Effect?” His ears perked up. ” You mean it’s not a power?”

“It isn’t in this case. I never taught him the skill, so him changing genders like this can only mean it was caused by something else. Namely, you.” She pointed.

“I dindu nuffin.” He was feeling pretty damn discriminated against right about now. First Frog accuses him of shit, now Mary?

Mary ignored him. She, having been with him for several years now, knew better than to indulge him when he starts talking oddly.

“Your Asmodian heritage has been awakening lately. Meaning the incubus part of yourself is finally starting to show.”

Damien balked at the idea. “The hell you mean, incubus? First I’m a Dragon, then I’m an Angel, now I’m a goddamn incubus? Next you’ll be telling me I’m part Unicorn. Pick a race already!” He growled. This really is getting ridiculous!

Mary had no intention of dealing with his crap. “Your mother is half succubus herself.” She explained. “Her mother is the elder sister of an Asmodian King from several generations ago, back before their bloodline was diluted to the point of losing their great longevity.”

“Are you for real?” He certainly believed his mother had a succubus-like charm, but…no, well, Damien did too now that he thought of it….it would explain a few things….

But f.u.c.k, aren’t incubi randy assholes? His image of them are horny frat boys looking for an easy score. They’re the male s.l.u.ts of the fantasy genre, right? Damien is no s.l.u.t!

Not that he has anything personally against s.l.u.ts. You can be a s.l.u.t without being a bitch, after all. But him being called one? It’s besmirching his good name just by the implication! He certainly doesn’t sleep around, and only sometimes tries to steal wives.

They remind him of those f.u.c.k.i.n.g playboy rumors and that gets him pretty pissy. He’s loyal, okay?

Vera, as if understanding his exact thoughts in that moment, spoke up.

“You already had me, but you still went for my mother. Young Master, if that’s not being a traitorous s.l.u.t, what is? You are what you are. Just accept it.”

“I mean technically you started it.” He said mildly.

Vera looked at him. Her next words were slow and deliberate

“….You’re trying to blame me, for you going out to seduce my mother?”

“Remind me, who’s the one who started the whole idea about bringing in other women? I could have just held back, but no, you simply HAD to tag-team me. Wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“I was being considerate.” Vera insisted. “Why would I intentionally make you suffer? You should also be satisfied with our future s.e.x life. If I can’t handle it on my own, what’s wrong with bringing in some help?”

“It was wrong because I didn’t ask for that consideration.” He said flatly. “I’m a guy. Make me c.u.m a couple times and I’m happy. I might not reach full s.e.x.u.a.l satiety, sure, but I wouldn’t be complaining. I told you that. You didn’t have the right to overrule my choice just because you felt guilty or something. Like I said,” He went on, ” I didn’t want to take it this far to begin with. You’re the one who crossed a line first, why can’t I? I mean I’m not going to keep holding myself to a self-imposed code of conduct, Vee, when clearly my choice there didn’t matter to you. Even if you were trying to do what you did for my sake. And it’s not like I’m blaming you. You’re wrong there. This isn’t a blame type of situation. You just opened up options. Make sense? As I said this morning, I was just curious to see how far she’d go. Since she was obviously pretending to be you to try and see what base we were already at.”

“And you just came to the decision to have her?”

He made no attempt to deny it. “Obviously. I’ve been crazy about her since forever, remember?” They’d already said a few of these things earlier, he knew, but some things just had to be rehashed and explained better. “I figured that if I was going to have another woman, then it should at least be one I actually want and care about. ” He folded his arms. “Besides, she just looked too good under me. ”

He saw Mary turn her head at that, probably embarrassed.

“I can’t exactly argue with your reasoning, but I don’t like it either.” Vera blew out a breath of air.

If nothing else, he was right about her having crossed the line. He wasn’t the type to go out and play around when he already had someone at home. Had she not done what she did he’d have remained, she believes, a one-woman kind of guy.

Not that she cared if he had mistresses. Again, that was common. She couldn’t really get all that mad at him for seeking his own partners, either. She did want him to be s.e.x.u.a.lly satisfied, that was also true. Which is why she was willing to bring in other girls of her own accord. And she supposed she really did fear expiring if exposed to that guy’s bottomless appetite day in and day out. So, yes, she had two good reasons for doing what she did, one selfless and one selfish. Him having other women, therefore, wasn’t a problem. If one woman can’t satisfy his s.e.x.u.a.l urges on her own? Then it seemed perfectly alright to get help. If she had the same issue, he’d likely not hesitate to find a similar solution too. Though, given his…ahem….prowess…that was an impossibility.

See? Vera could be so magnanimous, if for the person she loved. She would be understanding of his circ.u.mstances and improvise. Adapt. Overcome. Had he been normal this wouldn’t have become an entire thing, but that was neither here nor there.

Anyway, the problem was the person he wanted: Her mother

….Ugh. She really should’ve known it’d end up like this. She wasn’t thinking. She didn’t quite care about the s.e.x. It was about the relationship aspect. That’s what she worried about.

Vera knew herself well. If they kept it at s.e.x, she wouldn’t mind. At first. But she feared she’d grow to resent her mother eventually. An awful thing, isn’t it, to say she might resent her own mother? But she did. Vera was afraid that she’d come to think the woman was just using him. Even if it was the same on his end, Vera still wouldn’t like it. Just because the usage went both ways, doesn’t mean she was fine with the man she loved being treated like a toy. Especially not when it was by someone he’d wanted for years already.

Which was another thing. The competitiveness. The jealousy.

What happens if the two actually fall for each other? This was a risk with any of the other girls who might be brought in, but it would just be so much worse with her own mother. Vera didn’t even think he would fall for other girls in normal cases but her mother was different since, again, he’d wanted her since he was young. Her mother was a threat she didn’t believe other girls could be.

But also, Vera didn’t want to lose to her mother. They looked so much alike now and shared the same set of memories. They were mother and daughter, but they were also like sisters. Vera just didn’t want to feel like the lesser of the two. Not with the Young Master.

Yet these negative feelings weren’t all that existed. Because Vera WANTED her mother to be happy. She understood the woman already loved Lord Claybrook for now, but that man only had eyes for his wife. And they were essentially the same person in most aspects, her and her mother.

So if she, Vera, loved the Young Master then it was a given that her mother could love him too. And given his personality, he wouldn’t be like his father. He would be direct, fearless and all too welcoming. He would surely make her mother happy. She deserved to be. Vera truly believed that. And that, too, was a problem.

She didn’t want to resent her mother. Nor did she want to lose to her. But he could make her mother happy, and her mother being happy she DID want.

How did one even begin to reconcile all these dichotomous feelings?

“Hey, I just had a thought.” Damien suddenly changed the topic. “If you guys aren’t lying through your teeth to make fun of me, then doesn’t me being Asmodian mean I’m blood-related to Evie?” Evie, he remembered, is an Asmodian Princess herself.

Mary answered immediately. “Yes, distantly. But your bloodline is far purer. She comes from a newer generation, and as I said, the bloodline isn’t the same as it was back when your grandmother was young.”

Yup. This whole thing is weird, Damien concluded.

“I don’t see how it should matter whether my bloodline is purer or not. I thought Dragon blood was dominant?”

“It is,” Vera supplied. “But in cases like you, where you show a secondary set of bloodline abilities such as your wings and golden Aura, you can usually display bloodline abilities from the other lineages you possess, too. It’s just not common. In fact, it may be your human bloodline that allowed this since they are an adaptable race. Unlike Dragons they aren’t dominant, but a child between them and any other compatible species normally gives the child the same characteristics of the non-human parent safely. You wouldn’t have any special ability from them, but maybe the reason you are a successful hybrid capable of using so many bloodlines is because of your human side allowing them to come together.”

“That sounds like bullshit.” Damien scoffed. “If that was true then why aren’t there more like me?”

“How many humans, or other beings in general, do you think are capable of attracting the attention of a Dragon?” Mary asked back. ” Beyond s.e.x,” She added silently.

Dragon used to be among the most prolific of creatures back in the first two generations of their existence, or so she hears. The men of the race had just declined in that area pretty fast so most people think they were never a very s.e.x.u.a.lly aggressive group to begin with.

But the women are still quite active. It’s simply that their ability to give birth has fallen, one or two children being their absolute limit. The only possible exception being the Okeanos Family with the rich life energy their members possess. Even so getting a third child from, say, Muriel, was highly unlikely. She had nearly died giving birth to Damien, and had to consume many precious materials to stabilize herself again before she was able to conceive Dolly.

Her life-giving power now would probably not be able to endure another child. Muriel is lucky, though. Other Dragon females would have had to enter a long hibernation after their second child, or be considerably weakened if nothing else.

Fortunately the females can decide when they want to go through the process of childbirth. Only if they accept the male as an equal, or love them enough to forgo that, do they allow the seed to take root. This way there is never an accidental pregnancy.

What did this mean? For the extremely haughty and elitist group that Dragons are, it means despite the women being s.e.x.u.a.lly active they rarely would consider any “lesser” race worth reproducing with. And they didn’t have great relations with the races they saw as “passable.”

Maybe because those passable races were also arrogant. Like Angels. The men could be l.u.s.tful, but their pride held them back and so you didn’t get many cases of them acting on their desires. Except for Elias’ ancestor, who was a known man-s.l.u.t.

The women among these Angelic beings? Mary didn’t know. She’d heard certain rumors about events from before her time, but she didn’t know much beyond that. At least, she’d never heard of any female Angels having a s.e.x.u.a.l relationship in recent years. Not that Mary had met many Angels since she couldn’t leave the realm herself.

“And your father was only able to do so because of his own Angelic lineage allowing him to break past the limit of humanity. But people like him are rare.” She informed him. ” Nephilim don’t normally discover their potential, often being sickly or dying young. Not from their soul sickness, which is to mean the over-abundance of soul power which puts a strain on their bodies, but from the bad luck they receive.”

“Bad luck?”

“Oh yes. Nephilim don’t have very good luck.” Mary clarified. “Which is why they have accidents. Of course, that’s for those born of Celestials. True Angels are different. Children descended from them are normally weak in body too, but in contrast, have good luck otherwise. It’s because Celestials are imitations of real Angels and so Heaven doesn’t accept their existence. Elias comes from a true Angel, I believe his grand or great-grandfather. You and Dahlia also have a Dragon bloodline, which doesn’t lose out at all to an Angel’s, so you don’t experience the weak body part. Instead, you both enjoy it’s best traits. Strictly speaking, you two are “true” Nephilim. While most others are designated as the same, if nothing else, they are of inferior quality. But getting back to what I was saying, few Nephilim even strive to achieve their potential should they notice their specialness. Fewer survive long enough to hone their skills. Often times they lack guidance so that makes it even harder for them.”

Celestials are more prolific than real Angels, but they are just as careless. They have their night of pleasure and don’t look back.

“And among the abysmally small amount of Nephilim who successfully survive and cultivate to higher levels, they would not be likely to meet a female Dragon, win against her, and earn her favor. Too few of them ever achieve the same level of power as your father to begin with, or so I hear from your mother. All this is to say you and your sister are very, very special. So much so, that Heaven should not have allowed your births or tolerated your continued living. It really is strange how you can both be so “loved” to the point of few things ever not going your way.” She paused for breath. ” Though, the karmic backlash of always getting what you want is something fairly worrying. I’m not sure what would come of it. Young Master, you should take care.”

Damien wanted to laugh. “Nah, I’m good.” Whatever happens, happens.

That aside, several things could be gleaned from that whole explanation. He can guess now why Dolly, a golden child, had always met such bad endings in the game. She had good luck, too much. So to compensate she’d eventually got hit with extremely bad luck even if the Heroine, Evie, didn’t get in her way.

Would the bad luck hit her still? Probably, but it wouldn’t be for another few years if so. He would have to keep an eye on her when she reaches the same age she was at in-game. He’d been calm for now, but given even a little reason and he’d make sure the world starts practicing atheism.

But it’s weird, because Damien didn’t seem to be hit with any bad luck at all? As far as he knew the game Damien, at least, never encountered any misfortune himself.

Maybe being a reincarnation of a past Dragon God negated that?

“What’s this all have to do with Baz and Froggo, though?”

Mary let out a soft sneer. “Young Master can also be slow at times, it seems. Don’t you get it? The Ogrekin reacted to the presence of an exceptional male. You are a Dragon-Angel-Asmodian hybrid. And originally, she was fully female.”

“….Yes, and?”

“And,” Vera answered him, “You basically reawakened her womanhood. You really don’t understand how intoxicating you are.” She grimaced slightly. ” Even before, it was hard. Now it’s just becoming so much worse.”

“Oh. Well. I’m sorry?”

“No, you aren’t,” They spoke in unison.

“No, I’m not,” He readily admitted. “But fine, I guess I can understand Frog. Baz? That I don’t get.”

“I mean he was already a cookie whore.” Vera shrugged. ” Maybe he just thought that form would net him even more.”

Mary clapped the girl behind the ear. “That’s your elder sister. You shouldn’t speak that way about her even if you’re right.”

“….Is Baz subconsciously tryna honeypot me?” Damien shivered.

***

They had walked a while more before returning. Baz and Charlotte were still nowhere to be seen but he didn’t worry too much about them. They were both capable enough. Instead of going to look for them he focused on making dinner later that day. He made a small feast to welcome Mary.

Everyone came down to celebrate and help out. Well, he said everyone but Froggo refused to come near him and Mira was too far along in her pregnancy to be of use in the kitchen. She did make a great mascot tho. Her spiritual support was all they needed. She didn’t just sit around though. She made a point to chat up both Mary and Vera, interrogating them details about Damien’s past. News of his antics had her laughing all throughout. Most of the time. Apparently being a HIgh Fae left her with a rather unique sense of humor.

As for Bubbles, she didn’t wear the same revealing outfit she had on earlier but had instead opted for a clingy silk robe that hugged her curves provocatively. She also kept finding ways to casually brush up against him at every opportunity. Once, when they were cutting up veggies together, she got so close that he could feel the faint heat from her body through the thin material.

He ignored the obvious attempts at seduction. The woman was growing more gorgeous by the day but he wasn’t looking to partake of some fish salad. Besides, she’d openly admitted to wanting to seduce and then toss him aside. It wasn’t said in a mean way and he didn’t take it that way either, but he didn’t get why she was suddenly so petty.

Mary commented on it too after the celebration was over. Everyone had retired back to their own rooms and the three of them, Damien, Vee and Mary, laid on the bed. At least, he and Vera laid down. Mary just sat at the edge of the bed to his left and even that had taken some coaxing.

“That girl reeked of longing and desperation.” She said. “Maybe a touch of resentment as well. Did you see how wide her pupils were back then?” It wasn’t asked with a mean tone, but one of simple curiosity.

Mary’s excellent vision allowed her to catch even the hardening of the girl’s n.i.p.p.l.es when she knew Damien was looking at her.

Her face was innocent. Her body wasn’t. Damien’s doing, no doubt.

“What did you do to her?”

Damien scratched his cheek. “Ah, about…I’m not sure?”

Vera was resting comfortably on the bed while reading through a book. As she turned a page she took the time to out him. “They had an affair together some time back.”

Mary showed interest in the topic and was about to speak up before being interrupted.

“We didn’t even have s.e.x.” Damien was quick to add.

“A week-long bout of nonstop foreplay basically amounts to the same thing. Maybe worse.” Vera wasn’t at all merciful.

Mary paled. “A week?” She suddenly felt sorry for the girl. She herself had spent just a couple hours under this bad guy’s torture and that alone was enough to drive her insane with need. Mary couldn’t imagine what an entire week of that would be like.

” I feel like you’re thinking something rude about me.”

“Anyway, it’s surprising.” Mary evaded.” I didn’t think you would be one to refuse such an obvious and willing invitation since you already had me. Is taking her, too, not tempting?”

“I sorta like us better as friends. Besides, you were an exception. It’s not like just because Vee would probably allow it that I’d just go wild with sowing my oats.”

“Your mother would’ve taken her.”

“Say what now?”

“She would have profaned her relentlessly.”

“….Right. Okay. Thanks for the image.” He thought some more. “I guess she plays for both teams, huh. Did you two…?”

Mary stopped him. “It doesn’t matter.” The woman had made that clear long ago.

“My uncle, then?”

She stayed silent.

“Young Master, it’s rude to dig into an unwilling woman’s past,” Vera spoke up once more. She glanced over at her mother and knew she must be having a few unwanted flashbacks.

“I see.” Was all he said.

He remembered his encounter with that uncle of his. Mary seemed to have an odd relationship with both siblings. He could already imagine what went down.

Could Mary have liked his uncle once upon a time? And of course given that guy’s lack of interest in the fairer s.e.x, or s.e.x in general, that likely hadn’t ended well. Else they wouldn’t be estranged.

“Mother must’ve been an easy shoulder to lean on back then, right?”

Mary’s eyes shuddered. “Please don’t,” She all but begged.

The topic was a nightmare for her. Why? Because nothing had been easy since knowing her. At least before she’d been truly free. But now, for as long as the woman remained here, she could only be a servant.

To someone who abandoned her. To someone who pretended to care. A person who just took and took and took. Mary, too. She could also be taken. Selfishly, callously, whenever the woman wanted until she just didn’t anymore.

This was the woman’s “right.”

…It was her son’s right, too, wasn’t it? Maybe it’s best to keep that in mind this time.

“You know, the draconic side of my family are starting to seem like real cunts. ” Damien told them.

One throws a bitch fit over a few stolen drugs, decides to terrorize a city. The other leaves a sweet, vulnerable tree emotionally scarred after the poor girl gets rejected by her brother.

He didn’t think he could look at his mother the same way anymore.

He knew she simply had different values. Mary knew that as well, he understood. So they can’t blame the woman for being who she is. But that didn’t mean they wouldn’t feel a certain way about what she does.

And Damien had his own values too. One of those values is quite simple: Don’t make such lovable tree sad!

Next time he sees her, the Devil’s left is going to have a field day. And his no-good Father too!

Because…WHY THE F.U.C.K DIDN’T HE PICK MARY?!

If it were Damien, he’d pick MAry over Mother. Like, Mother had a more direct charm, She was glamorous and enchanting. But her personality? Cleary it was casually sadistic, if what he’d heard from his Father was true.

Not that Damien minded crazy sadists. Crazy girls are hot. YOU GUYS shouldn’t stick your d.i.c.k and crazy. Damien, though, was pretty coo-coo for coco-puffs himself. A crazy sadist chick was perfect for him, actually.

But if it came down to choosing that type of girl or a girl like Mary?

Mary, hands down.

Damien could only sigh.

….When your idiot father picks the crazy trigger-happy chick over the nice, caring and considerate girl he’s known since childhood.

*Breath in*

Boi.

F.u.c.k ’em both. Being so cruel to Mary…she just wants to be loved, dammit! It pisses him off just thinking about it. Though in the end it all worked out for Damien himself. But still!

Yeah. One side is full of cunts, the other side has bird-brained idiots. It’s a miracle Damien has his past life’s memories, else he probably would’ve ended up some toxic, sadistic, elitist dumbass. Like Barney

Dolly? For her we’ll have to thank the Heavens they made her an airhead.

Let’s be honest. Damien himself is an ass, certainly a d.i.c.k. But an idiotic cunt? At the very least he wasn’t stupidly playing around with people’s feelings. Bubbles? He’d made things pretty clear from start to finish so that didn’t count.

Neither Vera nor Mary chose to weigh in on his statement but the words hung in the air.

“Moving on, I’m just going to ask right now. Vee, are you alright with this? The whole…me and Mary thing?”

She raised a brow. “Does that matter?”

“It won’t change my decision, ” He told her, “But it will change how I proceed with it. I already said this, that I don’t want you to feel like you have to compete with her. Because I’m good at reading people, but I’m not a mind reader. I can’t reassure you every time you feel like I care about her more than I do you. You have to tell me honestly what your thoughts are, always, because I can’t always know what you’re feeling.”

“That…It would just tedious and annoying. You’d get sick of me if i whined to you each time I start feeling insecure. ”

Damien looked her in the eyes and firmly denied her words. “I’d never get sick of you, and I’ll never feel annoyed at hearing your feelings. Whine to me all you want. All it means is I’ll get to spoil you more. I don’t about you, but I see that as an absolute win.”

She stared at him wordlessly. Coughed. And looked away, her face burning.

“…I guess as long as you don’t hit my mother again,” Vera sighed.

“Why? Jealous of that, too?” Damien teased. “Come to think of it, I haven’t spanked you in a good while. Are you feeling pent-up?”

Vera smacked the back of his head, hard. “You…!” She glared. Her previous goodwill towards him vanished in an instant. Did he really have to ruin the nice, serious moment with his shit humor?

“What? It’s fine.” He consoled. A fetish like that on a loli was a no-go, but on the her of right now? Perfectly normal. ” I noticed Mary tightens when spanked too, you probably got the kink from her.”

Mary almost coughed out blood. Did she really?! The thought was too mortifying to further contemplate.

He was smacked twice more, once from the little tree and once from the big tree.

“Being so shameless, if I don’t hit you you’ll think you can embarrass us at your pleasure. Don’t think you can be so arrogant!” Vera hissed angrily.

Damien took the hits with grace. “I don’t embarrass you two at my pleasure, I embarrass you two at your pleasure.”

“Glib-tongued as ever.” Vera turned over. “Whatever. I’m not dealing with you anymore.” She adjusted her position. She had her head on his bicep, both palms clasping his hand for comfort.

“Goodnight.”

“But i wasn’t done teasing y–”

“I said goodnight!”

Damien chuckled at didn’t push it. A sulking Vera was a rare sight and he wanted to enjoy her more. It was hard to hold back, especially when despite her anger at his teasing she still held onto his hand when going to sleep.

This girl. She warmed the heart,

“I suppose it is getting late.” Mary looked out the window and into a glistening night sky. ” I should go.” She sat up and moved to leave, but Damien stopped her. His free arm wrapped itself around the woman’s slim waist and pulled her deeper onto the bed.

“Stay.” It wasn’t a request.

Mary’s eyes flicked over to Vera’s motionless form. “I shouldn’t.”

“Do you really want to go?” He asked.

“I’m not sure.” She admitted slowly. ” I’ve never been the one to leave first.” Even if she left, there’d be no one waiting for her.

“Then don’t,” Damien stated. “Nothing is going to happen anyway. No lewd stuff, remember?”

The woman still hesitated. How could she not?

“This is… strange.”

“That doesn’t mean its bad,” He continued, “Besides, how will I kiss you to sleep if you aren’t here for me to kiss?”

A cold snort. “Do you really think I want that?”

“It’s not always about what you want. Sometimes it’s about what you need.”

Mary stared at him for a moment, just as Vera had just now, before shaking her head. “Really quite the glib-tongued bastard.” She muttered.

It’s not like she could refuse him anyway. She’d thought it before, hadn’t she? This was an exercise of his rights.

So really, she didn’t even have a choice.

Finding solace in this excuse Mary ‘sighed helplessly’ and agreed. “Very well. I’ll stay a while longer, if only to shut you up.”

That night, under warm blankets and an immovable arm, Mary slept more peacefully than she had in years.

***

In an undisclosed location of the nearby city, in an undisclosed warehouse.

Several figures were having a meeting. They stood in a triangular position, a single lantern atop a round table the only ray of light in the arid darkness.

Charlotte, Baz and an uneasy-looking Patrick were the focus of the group, of which a dozen or so people were a part of.

Baz’s originally short hair befitting of a boy had turned into a long pixie cut. Her cute and charming face was set in a grim and solemn expression.

As one, she and Charlotte spoke their practiced words.

“Welcome, friends, to Dragon Slayers Unlimited.”

Baz silently said sorry to her sister. But it couldn’t be helped.

She refused to be lewded.

….Baz might be a cookie-s.l.u.t, but she at least won’t be HIS cookie-s.l.u.t!